Book Blitz ~ A Christmas Dream by Shanna Hatfield ~ Excerpt || Giveaway
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He came to build the house of his dreams, but found a home for his heart.
After an extensive search for the ideal location to build a house he’s spent years designing, Brant Hudson knows he’s found the perfect site the moment he sets foot on the land near Silver Bluff, Oregon. However, frustrating delays leave him laboring alongside the very crew he hired to finish the house in time for Christmas. His work leads the woman who catches his eye to believe he’s a carpenter rather than the owner of the grand manor.
Holland Drake grew up on a farm, but she aspires to secure a position as a housemaid at Hudson House. While delivering lunch to her brother at the worksite, the door opens to a job when Holland encounters a strikingly handsome carpenter whose charm captivates her. Soon, Holland discovers the enchanting man is none other than the owner of the house and her new employer.
As the holiday season arrives amid a flurry of excitement and possibilities, Holland and Brant face choices that could change their lives forever. Will fear hold them back from stepping into the future together, or will their Christmas dreams of love come true?
A Christmas Dream is the first book in the Hudson House Holiday series of wholesome, heartwarming Christmas romances full of the joy of the season.
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About the author:
USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes sweet romances rich with relatable characters, small town settings that feel like home, humor, and hope.
Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
When this farm girl isn’t writing or indulging in rich, decadent chocolate, Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller. She also experiments with recipes, snaps photos of her adorable nephew, and caters to the whims of a cranky cat named Drooley.
Excerpt
“Do I know you, sir? You seem familiar, although I can’t place the reason why.”
“From Hudson House. You brought lunch to your brother last week and graciously shared it with two hungry men who worked with him in the library.” Brant removed his hat and bowed as though he faced the queen, although when he’d met her majesty two years ago, he hadn’t felt the nerves jittering through his system that he currently experienced.
“You weren’t there that day. It was Denver, Mr. Monroe, and Alex …” Her voice trailed off, and she frowned. “Alex?”
“Brant Alexander Hudson at your service, Miss Drake.” He straightened, set the hat on his head at a jaunty angle, and hoped she wouldn’t see the way his fingers shook when he stuffed them into his pockets.
“You’re Mr. Hudson? The Mr. Hudson?” Holland’s entire face turned red, no doubt recalling the unflattering description of him she’d shared at lunch. He hoped she found him slightly more appealing than a balding, paunchy man with bad teeth.
He feigned a carefree grin. “None other.”
“I … you never said … why … but Denver …” She pressed her lips together, and her expression rapidly changed from confused to furious. “How dare you pretend to be a worker! What sort of game are you playing, sir? What do you hope to gain? Or is it just for your own perverse entertainment, pulling the wool over the eyes of the country girls too stupid to realize you’re a … a … cad!”
Brant held his hands in front of him in a mollifying gesture, but it only seemed to stoke her ire.
Holland stamped both feet and clutched her fists at her sides. “What are you about, sir? What could you possibly hope to gain by tricking me?”
“I didn’t intend to—” Brant spluttered as an overripe pear splattered against his chest and chunks of it flew into his face.
“Holland, please. Let me explain!” He ducked just in time to avoid a pear to his jaw. “Holland! Enough!”
She launched another pear, catching him on the shoulder as he rushed toward her. He managed to wrap his arms around her, preventing further assault with her hands pressed to her sides. He hoped if he held her a moment or two, she’d calm down. Instead, she struggled against him like a wild thing. He let go when she delivered a backward blow to his shin that made him wince.
“Stay away. Don’t touch me!” she said, jumping into the wagon and out of reach. She armed herself with two pears she grabbed out of the nearest basket and pulled back her arm, prepared to lob one at him.
“Please, stop. Listen. Just for a moment.” Brant held his hands up in surrender. “Then, if you feel inclined to continue abusing me with your pears, so be it.” Part of him felt as though he were truly surrendering to this woman. He’d been fascinated with her from the moment they’d met, entranced by her smile and laughter while admiring her pretty face and attractive figure. He’d sensed a kindness in her that day. A generous spirit given to joy. An intelligence and wit she didn’t try to hide.
Yet, seeing this side of her—full of ferocity and spunk, eyes firing sparks of indignation—only increased his desire to know her better, to know everything about her.
